SAVAGE SECRETARIES
Alana and Cyndi were secretaries in a large downtown office building that was the corporate headquarters for a major nationally known company. Both girls worked in the same office on the fourteenth floor and they disliked each other a great deal.
Alana was a sultry redhead with milky white skin, pouty lips, stunning green eyes, long wavy red hair that fell to the middle of her back, and the body of a goddess. Her big tits were firm, hard, and stood high and proud with overly large nipples. Her legs, had they been sculpted, could have been a work of Michaelangelo, perfect in every way from her thin ankles to her gently curving calves, to her sensuous, soft, sexy thighs.
Cyndi was equally striking in the beauty department with straight shoulder length blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a body that rivaled Alana's in every way. There was a good measure of rivalry between the two girls on a professional level and on a more personal level since each had large egos and resented the other's good looks and great body.
Each girl took shots at the other behind her back and on more than one occasion they each tried to sabatoge the other professionally as well. They both went after the same men, each always trying to outdo the other. At the company picnic the two almost came to blows and had to be separated by some of the men before hair got pulled.
One night it finally happened. Alana and Cyndi had been working overtime for a project that was due the next day and each had been at the office for twelve hours and tempers were short from stress. With the project finally done, Cyndi was getting ready to go home and went into the boss' office to make sure everything was locked up. Alana was in the office as Cyndi walked in.
"What do you want?" Alana asked in a not too friendly voice.
"To lock up, I'm going home," Cyndi replied, too tired to bother exchanging barbs with her nemesis.
"I'll take care of it," Alana said as she turned away.
"Yea right," Cyndi said, arrogantly cocking her pretty blonde head to one side. "Like I'm really going to trust you to do something for me."
Alana slammed her files down on the huge oak desk and turned to face the blonde. "And just what's that supposed to mean?" she hissed.
"I don't trust you . . . period," Cyndi said with venom in her voice.
Alana leaned forward and put both hands on the desk as her long red hair fell over her shoulders. She looked Cyndi up and down once and then smiled.
"What the hell are you smiling about?" Cyndi asked. Her blood pressure went up in anger at just being in the same room with Alana . . . it was like putting a mongoose and a snake together in the same cage.
"You come on like such a tough bitch," Alana said with a challenging tone, "but I heard around the office that you were really relieved when Tommy and Gary pulled us apart at the picnic."
"What do mean, relieved?" Cyndi asked, putting her hands on her hips defiantly.
Alana then sat on the edge of the desk. "What I mean is that I think you were afraid to take me on," Alana said with all the sarcasm she could muster.
Cyndi was livid. "I'll fight you any time, any place, any way you want," she spat between clenched teeth.
"You wouldn't stand a chance against me," Alana stated boldly with a taunting, teasing smirk that was tantamount to casting the gauntlet.
"Well maybe we should find out about that," Cyndi said quickly as Alana sat on the edge of the desk, not at all intimidated.
"You name the time and place, bitch," Alana said, losing the smile now, "and I'll be there."
"How about right here, right now?" Cyndi said more as a statement rather than a question. Before Alana could respond to her remark, Cyndi rushed toward the desk, reached across the huge oak desk, and grabbed Alana by the hair.
Caught totally off guard, Alana let out a scream as her attacker pulled her down onto the desk by the hair. Still standing, Cyndi had Alana laying on her back on the desk with both hands in Alana's hair, slamming her head against the hard wood surface. The sexy redhead's nylon clad legs waved and flailed about wildly in the air and her lacy chiffon dress wound up around her waist as she writhed and squirmed about on top of the desk. Alana's kicking and struggling knocked the lamp, phone, intercom, and other assorted items off the desk onto the floor as Cyndi viciously attacked her without mercy.
Alana then finally managed to grab a handful of Cyndi's blonde hair and pulled the blonde down toward her into range. Bent over now at the waist, Cyndi lost the leverage she had and maintaining her balance on her four inch high heels was difficult, especially with Alana pulling her hair and squirming around on the desktop.
Cyndi then put one knee on the desk over Alana's right thigh to help hold the redhead still and when she did, her own short dress hiked up high on her thighs, exposing the lace trim of her half slip and the bottom edge of the little silk panties she wore under her sheer to the waist pantyhose. Reacting quickly, Alana grabbed Cyndi's dress around the hemline and pulled the blonde all the way down onto the desk with her. Like a cat, Alana snaked her nylon clad legs around Cyndi's waist in a scissors hold and locked her ankles behind the blonde's back. The tiny gold buckles on the thin ankle straps that accented Alana's black high heeled pumps hooked together by accident and the two girls were now literally bound together until one or both of the straps or buckles broke under the strain.
The girls were hissing and screeching like alley cats as they savagely pulled each other's hair, jerking their pretty heads back and forth from side to side. With her sheer nylon pantyhose on, Cyndi's knees just slipped and slid on the shiny waxed surface of the desk, offering no traction and no way to gain any kind of leverage or stability.
Cyndi then dug her long sharp claws into Alana's face as the redhead got a hand up under cyndi's chin and pushed her backwards, arching her back at a grotesque angle with her lower back pinned tightly in the body scissors. Seeing the outline of Cyndi's heavy tits straining against the fragile material of her dress, Alana used her other hand to grab a fistful of tit flesh. Digging her talons in deeply, Alana twisted and pulled Cyndi's left breast, right through the dress and sheer bra beneath, bringing a squeal from her victim's bright red painted lips.
As Cyndi wildly jerked away, the busty pair of she cats rolled off the desk and thudded onto the heavily padded carpeted floor, side by side. One of Alana's ankle straps had snapped as Cyndi jerked away and with the scissors hold now broken, both girls quickly got to their knees and locked their hands together. With their knees rubbing and sliding on the carpet, runs quickly shot up and down the length of both girls sheer pantyhose as their fingers interlocked and they pushed and pulled one another around the floor.
Alana finally muscled Cyndi backwards and toppled her over through brute force, falling on top of her. Their legs quickly entwined and they rolled first toward the door and then back toward the desk. As the desk stopped their rolling momentum, Cyndi wound up on top, and seeing the handset of the phone nearby, she grabbed it and tried to wind the handset cord around Alana's neck. Their legs were still hopelessly entwined and as Alana arched her back, the blonde rolled off and Alana managed to free herself of the black coiled phone cord.
Now in an all out free for all catfight, both girls were grabbing, clawing, pulling hair, slapping, and kicking like two dance hall queens in an old west saloon girl catfight. The battle was a no holds barred brawl now as they started ripping and tearing each other's dresses to get to the tender bare girl flesh underneath. Their legs finally broke apart and once again they each struggled to their knees, each with both hands in one another's tangled hair.
Alana threw a hard punch into Cyndi's stomach that doubled the blonde over, allowing Alana to get a headlock on her. She dragged Cyndi down with the headlock and was laying half across the blonde, half on the floor itself, digging her tall stiletto heels into the carpet for leverage.
Cyndi then dug her fingernails into the already ripped top of Alana's chiffon dress and a loud tearing sound immediately preceeded Alana's low cut black lace bra coming plainly into view. Cyndi grabbed each of the cups of the bra and pulled but the spandex and lace bra was sturdier than she'd anticipated so she tugged a second time and then a third time. Unable to rip the bra off, Cyndi did the next best thing and pushed it up until Alana's big jugs popped out from the underside of the bra. With the bra now wedged high up on Alana's chest, above her tits, Cyndi grabbed both of the redhead's melons and squeezed for all she was worth.
Alana released the headlock so fast, it was like she'd gotten a shock from a 120 volt hot wire. She scrambled to her knees and put both hands to her bare breasts as her rival also clambered to her knees to press the attack home. Alana backed up a bit and when she did, Cyndi lunged at her like a big jungle cat pouncing one its prey, sensing the kill.
Alana met her with outstretched claws and the girls tore into each other again, tooth and nail, falling back to the floor and rolling over and over in a wild hair pulling frenzy that could only be described as brutal. Alana wasn't having much luck ripping Cyndi's dress, but was still mauling the blonde's tits through her dress and bra since the sheer fabric offered little if any protection from razor-like fingernails.
After a few minutes of absolutely intense all out cat fighting, the girls broke apart and once again got to their knees, this time sitting back on their heels, obviously getting tired now from the all out exertion. Both girls were panting and breathing very heavily and a light sheen of perspiration was forming on their skin causing what clothes they left on to stick to them tenaciously. Both girls were a mess with scratch marks, bruises, and even teeth marks on their exposed flesh. Their boss' office was literally destroyed with furniture tipped over, the items from the desk strewn about the floor, a potted tree knocked over and the dirt all over the carpet, and many books knocked off their shelves onto the floor.
Both girls glared at one another as they sought to catch their breath and rest a moment before continuing the carnage they were both locked into. There was nobody else left in the office complex except Alana and Cyndi and thus, no one to break up the fight. Each girl knew they were alone with the other and neither was willing to give up and be subjected to whatever punishment or humiliation the winner would opt to dish out.
Alana was naked from the waist up, clad now in just her bikini panties, shredded pantyhose, and the remnants of her dress that was rolled up around her waist. Cyndi was in much better shape in the clothing department with her dress torn, but still relatively intact which offered at least minimal protection. She also had on her bra, slip, panties and tattered pantyhose, but Alana was about to change that.
Realizing that Cyndi had a huge advantage with the clothes she had on, Alana dove at her and caught her off guard, tackling her onto the carpet. The redhead went for broke, ripping and clawing and tearing at Cyndi's clothes to get to the vulnerable bare flesh beneath. The blonde was taken so off guard, by the time she regained her presence of mind, her dress was gone and Alana was already tugging at her lacy half slip and her bra.
Cyndi then rolled Alana off her and crawled atop her wildly clawing rival who wasn't about to be pinned on her back again. The redhead bucked and arched her back and literally tossed the blonde off of her. The busty pair of clawing beauties again entwined their legs for the rolling ritual as they grabbed and groped at whatever they could get their hands on. But the rolling session was short lived as Alana found Cyndi's bra and easily stretched the delicate elastic straps far enough for Cyndi's bare tits to fall out of the lacy white bra and dangle free. Alana sunk her talons into Cyndi's bare tits and the blonde retaliated in kind and an all out tit fight erupted that was absolutely incredible.
Bare tits were mashed against bare tits as they clawed, grabbed, twisted, pulled and slapped each other's breasts while hissing and screeching like wildcats. They were laying side by side on the floor amidst the scattered debris left by their wild catfight and while each girl was mauling the other girl's tits with one hand, she was pulling her rival's hair with her other hand. Alana then tried to swing one of her legs over Cyndi but was met with a solid knee into her pussy as she lifted her leg. The redhead clamped her thighs tightly around Cyndi's thigh before she could pull it back after delivering the kick, and with the scissors around the single thigh, Alana pulled herself on top of the blonde, pinning her to the carpet on her side in a very precarious position.
Cyndi reached up and grabbed Alana by the hair and pulled her off and to the side. As each girl then dug hands into her rival's hair, they pulled each other to their knees and began exchanging savage slaps to the face and punches to their stomachs and tits. This kept up for several long minutes until both totally exhausted fighters began to slump and weaken, barely able to throw another blow. Both girl's arms felt like they weighed fifty pounds each and neither had the strength to go on yet neither wanted to quit.
Slowly they pulled apart and breathing heavily, they just glared at one another while trying to rest and catch their breath. After several long minutes, Alana finally shook her head and said through labored breaths that she'd had enough. Glad that it was over and even more glad that she'd won, a triumphant Cyndi got to her knees, pointed an accusing finger at Alana, and told her not to mess with her anymore, or else. Gingerly getting to her knees, Cyndi stood before Alana and then turned away.
Alana had only feigned defeat however and the instant Cyndi turned away, Alana launched herself at the blonde, grabbed her by the ankles, and sunk her teeth into Cyndi's right calf which sent the surprised blonde sprawling face first onto the carpet. Alana quickly crawled atop her and with Cyndi pinned face down on the floor, Alana sat on her back and got a savage headlock on her blonde victim.
Alana's big tits stabbed into Cyndi's back as the blonde writhed and bucked and tried to throw the redhead off but to no avail as Alana systematically squeezed the air from her through the headlock. Cyndi soon went limp and passed out in total defeat, having gone from the jubilation of victory to the humiliation of defeat in a matter of a few short seconds at the hands of her wily, underhanded rival's treachery.
When Cyndi came to, Alana was gone and she was alone with the tattered remains of her clothes. To add insult to injury, Alana had rifled through her purse and had taken her car keys, stranding her at the office and thus forcing her to call someone to come pick her up and suffer the humiliation of having to explain what had happened.
Cyndi never went back to work again, unable to face her co-workers and her victorious rival. She felt that she'd beaten the redhead however, and had it not been for Alana's trickery, the results would have been different. Cyndi vowed that she and Alana would fight again and the next time there would be no mistake about who the winner was . . .
THE END
